Jul. What must be shall be. That's a certain text. love me. Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough, before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.- Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now: My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par, God shield, I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit Paris. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help! of Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, a a That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love. Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Take thou this phial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off: When, presently, through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep His natural progress, but surcease to beat : No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! [Exeunt. a SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, and Servant. [Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2 Sero. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so ? 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cap. Go, begone. [Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. her: Enter JULIET. Nur. See, where she comes from shrift 54 with merry look. Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you been gadding? Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin |